The Hanging Tree

And I realised

That I just can't do it anymore.

I gave up that night.

Bursting into tears I ran.

I ran , I ran and I ran.

I couldn't do it any longer.

Im broken.

I'm sorry I'm not strong enough, but I just broke.

I ran all through the night,

thinking of what was happening back home

and came to the awful conclusion

that they truly weren't missing me,

nor had they noticed my absence.

The thought had just made me run even harder.

The sun had slowly started to rise, making everything look beautiful.

I started to slow down my pace,

tears still streaming down my face,

as I take in the beauty of it all at the top of this hill.

I don't know what to do,

where to go or what to think.

I can't go back.

I'd have to explain why.

I'd have to show them whats happened to me.

They'd have to see my scars.

My sadness.

My pain.

They'll send me away,

not because they love me,

but because they won't be able to stand me.

As I stare at the sun rising I know that this is the end.

No more sadness,

no more tears,

no more pain

I start to slowly walk towards the edge, smiling.

I stop as my toes find the edge.

I stand there.

Just gazing.

And I realise that after this,

all that has happened,

there will be no more need to hide

There will be no need to fake a smile.

No need to lie.

Knowing that,

I begin to fall.

I felt free,

yet trapped at the same time.

As I'm falling I begin to pray.

I pray that someone would catch me at the bottom

and save me from this awful nightmare that I'm trying to escape from

and take me away to a beautiful dream.

But I know all too well-

- that dreams cannot be real.

'13

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